Hawks had been in the Hero business since he was 18. So it was safe to say that he'd come into contact with plenty of different Quirks.

It was also safe to say that he'd never encountered anyone with a Quirk quite like his before.

Until you.

He'd been flying home after a long day at his Agency, the evening skies of Fukuoka pleasant shades of pink, purple and orange as the sun set. He loved this time of day, where everything was settling down as night began to blanket the world around him. It was peaceful up here, in the sky, amongst the clouds.

...Or, it should've been.

You'd rocketed past him like a comet, and he'd almost choked at the feeling of the wind whipping past him.

His first thought was that he was being attacked by a villain, and his feathers were at the ready as he screeched to a halt in mid air, his wings flapping wildly to keep him stationary as his eyes darted from left to right, senses alert.

...However, the moment he caught sight of you, all thoughts of defending himself left his mind.

You were barrelling through the clouds, twisting your body and large wings with ease as you laughed and smiled, obviously ecstatic at being able to do so.

He'd never seen anyone like you before.

Someone like him.

...It almost made his heart skip a beat. Almost.

He smirked as he watched you propel yourself forwards again, spinning gracefully in the air, and he couldn't help himself, letting out a low whistle.

"Those are some pretty nice moves you've got there, little bird!"

His eyes narrowed slightly, almost in challenge.

"...Bet you can't outfly me, though..."